Never Trust a Snake_The Extrovert to my Introvert_I just wanted to relax._Salt and Chocolate
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Never Trust a Snake
Part of the "Dine in Chaos" story universe.-----Fangs bared in cheeky smiles. A long copper speckled snakes tail thumped against the floor. Two pairs of red and green snake eyes twinkled with glee as they stared down into golden wolf ones."Come on, Faolán," Alastair pleaded, his green eyes begging and hands clasped under his chin. "It will be fun!""No!" Faolán snapped, his nose creasing in a snarl. "Fun for you two is like going to the vet! Terrifying!""Don't act like that," Dušan purred, leaning down to flash his fangs. "We were only trying to help your brother.""You tried to convince him he ...
The Extrovert to my Introvert
Looking out my third-story window I have a full view of the street next to the university. I see all the friends walking and talking in their little groups as they make their way to the clubs and restaurants down the street. Theywww.onedoor.cc look so jovial. Apart from the dim light coming through my window, my room is eerily dark. I like to keep it that way. The gloom makes me feel hidden, although I find myself longing for what those friends out there on the street have. They walk along as if they don’t have a care in the world. Tonight each of them is either going to have the time of their life or a nig...
I just wanted to relax.
"So, Krysta, are you coming?" I groaned, rolling my eyes as I took a gulp of almost scalding herbal tea. Whenever my roommate Sally talked about going to a party or some other loud event, I tuned her out. So as Sally babbled on about this party near the library, I filled up the dishwasher. I gave occasional sounds of "yeah." and "Uh-huh." to seem like I was listening. Ah, and yet Sally found my fatal flaw. When I noticed Sally had stopped talking I peaked out from the kitchen to see her glaring at me. I smiled innocently. "Yes? And?" Sally huffed and folded her arms childishly. "Did you hea...
Salt and Chocolate
Mon petit loup. My little wolf. That is what I have always called you. I cannot remember when I last used your real name. Silly, a diminutive like that for a big fellow like you.I gave you this nickname because you seemed so harmless, so gregarious. Sweet and playful on the outside, with all the loyalty and affection of a puppy. Wolf cubs look much like puppies, don’t they? Hard to distinguish these wild predators from well-trained little pets.In time, I saw you for what you were, wolf, liked how easily you kept your inner predator under control, how well you had trained him. You could have do...